I.

Everyone has the desire to share their story, to be seen and known and held in the truth that makes up who you are. Oftentimes, either fear or shame or guilt begins to seep into the walls of your once confident interior, and next thing you know, 4 years have past and you’re no closer to yourself. How did we stray so far away? How did I? I’m not sure I ever knew how to get through layers that coiled around my inner workings. I wasn’t taught how to dream. I was simply a fly caught in a web. My soul clung onto this body and tried to make sense of it. Can I blame it? Can you really blame yourself? 

I want to find the pieces. Only, I don’t know what’s been lost along the way or where to start looking, so I guess I’ll write. I’m good at that. Your job is to read. Not impossible and probably good for you.